From: banerjeeadda1234@gmail.com   
      
   On Saturday, 15 July 2023 at 10:27:43 UTC+10, Ilya Shambat wrote:   
   > When I come face to face with death   
   > And feel its hands, dried out and bloody,   
   > I count myself the most blessed   
   > For simply this: that I have loved you.   
   >   
   > When I see I-am-that-I-am   
   > Sprinkling the starlit mists around you,   
   > I give to him a helping hand   
   > With gratitude that I have loved you.   
   >   
   > When the spring flowers are out in bloom   
   > And sun is shining bright above you   
   > I hope it's not much to presume   
   > To thank the light that I have loved you.   
   >   
   > As I examine in my head   
   > The splendor with which life endowed you,   
   > I know of nothing else; instead   
   > I do know this: that I have loved you.   
   >   
   > And as I move through space and time,   
   > I no more hope to astound you,   
   > I only thank the light divine   
   > Simply for this: that I have loved you.   
   >   
   > Ilya Shambat   
   > https://sites.google.com/view/ilyashambatpoetry   
      
   great!   
      
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